When the soul separates from the body at death as if a long cord is cut, prehistorically the Death Maiden must come with her all-destroying all-creating hunger and take the soul with her to the next realm

I wrote cunt on a toilet wall and looked back on my life when I was thirteen years old.

Nada Theme 2 or “You said my name like rose bud and then you dumped me”.

Emily Dickson was proud of her writing table. It was square. She had profound thoughts upon her writing table. I am alone. I am in deep longing. I am in pain. I am single. I am from 1830. She had many other profound thoughts which she wrote down as poems.

Walt Whitman was fond of his beard. He whistled many songs through his beard and had profound thoughts such as I have a beard. I am alone. I am gay. I am old. I am single. I am from 1819.

How to play a piano or any other musical instrument:

Four Bar C

A conceptual idea of pain: A chair and some rugs tossed in a corner, suspended chairs and three wires to resemble roses as in a rose is a rose is a rose and you said my name like rose bud and then you dumped me with a cat’s play thing and three oranges made of purple wax with orange stickers on them to conceptualise oranges on the upper floor of a gallery space preferably in New York or Los Angeles but alright in Cork.